Haha. So today was literally the worst day. Ever. I was horribly depressed cause I'm pretty sure I got a zero on my Chemistry test 'cause I misunderstood the format. (So stupid! GAH!) So…while I have A's and B's in almost (thanks to Chem) all honors classes, I'm failing (if I really did get a zero) Chem. So horrible. But when I came back home and decided to check my reviews, I was pleasantly surprised by some more. And since I'm exceedingly bored and depressed, I decided to update again for all of my awesome reviewers. =D Many thanks to: Chrisheller, Miichiya Mikan, Beyond Flight, Any (Anon.), DanceOfTheWhiteMoon, and Pyromaniac-Girl. I REALLY enjoyed reading you're comments.

Anyways on to the mistakes that seemed to scatter my last chapter. I'm really sorry. D: Every time I saw one, I mentally slapped myself. The comma splicing in my author's note last time nearly killed me. I promise to try and have better grammar next/this time. ;D

Just to clear up something, this is taking place at the start of a semester. This scene, though, might be way off since I'm not in college.

Remember, reviews help me. A lot. You have my never-ending gratitude for all/any reviews you submit. :3

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach. Not even the detergent. My dog spilled the last of it yesterday. ^^" I take it he was bored.

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Renji relinquished the ID to the ground when his cell phone started to vibrate. "Sorry Ichigo. We'll hafta conclude this later." He flipped it open, eyes darting across the screen. "I'll see ya at the initiation ceremony tomorrow morn'. Right now," He stupidly puffed out his chest. "I, am needed elsewhere"

Ichigo bent to pick up his ID. "OI. Stop acting so conceited you pig. It's probably you're mom. And you are NOT getting off that easy!" But when Ichigo straightened up, Renji was gone. "GOD DAMNIT. Not again! I'll get you back later tonight, ass!" He yelled throwing up his arms, but not before he had his ID firmly secured in his wallet.

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She was holding it backwards. SHE WAS HOLDING IT BACKWARDS. The great ranked officer Kuchiki, Rukia, got lost because she was holding a goddamned map backwards. Still grumbling to herself, Rukia made her way to the sign that read...DORMS…in big red letters. The trip from the other side of the school, because of…to put it lightly…her lack of the height factor, took nearly an hour to complete. Needless to say, Rukia was pissed when she reached the dorms. Not counting the embarrassing map incident, she had gotten lost a total of five times. She had even ended up in the kitchen which almost turned out to be as embarrassing if not more so then the map incident. Luckily, she was able to escape with her dignity when more lost souls stumbled in.

"216...218..." Rukia stopped at the next room. "FINALLY. Room 220." She fumbled through her bag for the key. "Where is it," she mumbled to herself. She allowed herself a quick, triumphant grin when she had secured the card in her hand. "Now to get in the room…" She slid in the key, momentarily forgetting about her ghostly roommate. The door clicked open, and she pushed herself into the room.

"Finally I can stop with the stupid pret…" She froze when she came into contact with a half-naked body. Correction. A half-naked male body. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" She roared, running out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Regaining her composure, she jiggled the knob. Locked. Oh hell no. This wouldn't have been much of a problem if her key was in her hand and not on the floor of what was supposed to be her dorm (she had dropped them in disgust/fright).

She struggled with herself for a couple of minutes.

Eventually she managed to beat down her pride and knock on the door. She was relieved to say that her roommate had had the decency to finish putting on his shirt. Her relief was short-lived when she recognized the smirking orange-haired idiot. "You sounded like a girl. Oh put a shirt on," He mocked. "What the hell are you, gay?" Rukia resisted the urge to grab a pair of scissors and behead the bastard. " 'Course it's not like I have anything against fags…"

"Shut the hell up, asshole." She hissed. And ignoring the warning bells going off in her head, she kicked him in the shin. "Any decent person changes in the bathroom. Regardless of gender. And I am not…" Oh screw the irony. "…a fag. Any normal person would be able to see that."

"You sure do act like it, you freaking violent midget." Seems he had recognized her as well. "And YOU ARE the one who stormed into MY dorm uninvited."

"UNINVITED. UNINVITED. I LIVE HERE. Who the hell do you think you are, you bleached idiot!?"

"This isn't your dorm. It's MY dorm." Both parties rummaged through their stuff and yanked out a sheet of paper.

"See here!? Assigned to room 22.." They both trailed off as they stared at each others form. Roommates. They were freaking roommates.

"Oh shit no."

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"What does he want with me now?" He grumbled, making his way down the hallway. He had enough trouble with his own captain. So why did he hafta obey another one!? And for another thing, why DID he obey the other one!? He stopped in front of a paneled door. Despite all his complaints against Hitsugaya-taichou, he still conjured up a respectful demeanor before knocking on it. The response was almost simultaneous.

"Come in." He walked in to find Hitsugaya writing a letter. It seemed to be stressful, as a couple of the young captain's veins were pulsing rather rapidly.

"Taichou." He stood in front of the desk and decidedly stared at a spot on the wall a couple of inches above Hitsugaya's head. "You wanted to see me?"

Histsugaya paused the letter and looked up. "You are to un-enroll from the school. Effective immediately." Now that it wasn't being used to write the letter, he held the pen idly in his hands.

"I can't do that." Hitsugaya began twirling the pen he was holding.

"You can. You must. You will." Twirl. Twirl. Renji watched the pen in rapt fascination.

Twirl. "I have just enrolled in that school, sir. Under your orders."

"And those orders have changed." Twirl.

"You told me I could enroll in that school with Kurosaki, Ichigo. You said it would be fine. You said it wouldn't interfere with the company. This is only my second year there." Twirl.

"Times have changed. That school is now the basis of an investigation." Renji suppressed a shudder. By investigation, he obviously meant assassination. Even though he'd been in the company for many years, he never got used to killing people for however good of a reason.

"But, taichou…"

"You must enroll. This capture…" By that he means death. Why did he have to pretend that the company wasn't what it was? Murder for the common good. "…is vitally important to the entire society. It. Cannot. Go. Wrong. Because of one stubborn vice-captain. I will here no more of it. You will withdraw tonight. Do I make myself clear?" Twirl.

Renji suppressed the rage that was crawling up his entire body. One. Stubborn. Vice-captain? Why that conniving little…Twir…The pen dropped. Hitsugaya swept back a stray piece of his platinum blond hair as he bent to retrieve the fallen utensil. Renji stayed unusually quiet. Hitsugaya sat back up.

"Ah. Understood, sir." He left the room.

"Sometimes, that man irritates me to no end," Hitsugaya muttered to no one in particular. "Does he think the whole world revolves around him? It's not like he can't get into a different college… Now where did I put that letter…" He rifled through the numerous papers on his desk. He could've sworn…could he have possibly…somehow managed to…did he take the letter out of anger? But how could he have possibly taken it without him…The pen. Damn himself and his pen spinning ways. "Renji." He jerked himself out of the desk and ran to the door.

"DAMNIT. RENJI!!! Get back with my letter!!"

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"That's my bed. Get off." He growled. The two of them had temporarily called a truce and introduced themselves after they had gotten over the initial shock of being dorm buddies. "That one," he jerked his thumb over to the one above it. "Is yours." It didn't seem like there was a truce anymore. As far as he was concerned, this Kuchiki person had just broken it in 30 seconds flat.

Rukia pouted, "Aw come on Kurosaki. Can't I have the bottom bunk? I'm afraid of heights." She paused for a moment as she realized that it might have sounded a tad girly.

"Pfft. I can see why."

She threw his pillow at him.

"I'm your senior and I was here first," his face flushed from the pillow attack. "so I deserve the bottom bunk. NOW GET YOUR BUTT OFF MY BED."

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The stupid god-damned midget must have super powers or somethin. He couldn't even remember what had happened in the last five minutes. All he knew was that he and the rest of his stuff were now situated on the very bunk he tried to make Kuchiki sit on.

"Ah, Ichigo. You're just too easy." Hey. Hey.

"It's Kurosaki-sama midget." Rukia glanced up at him coyly.

"I-chi-go." She taunted. Ichigo's vein pulsed. Two could play at that game.

"Ry-o-ko." Rukia stared at him. Who the hell was Ryoko? Then it hit her in the face. She was Ryoko.

"That's Kuchiki-sama, Ichigo." She said it sweetly,but the words were laced with venom.

"Ryoko."

"Ichigo."

"Argh! If you're calling me by name, I should get to call you by name." He scowled. "Fair's only fair."

Rukia smiled triumphantly. "Sure."

Ichigo sank into momentary confusion. And why did that take so long? This Ryoko person was almost as baffling as a girl. Come to think of it, the fact that he was comparing him and a girl wasn't good. Next thing he knew he'd be…no. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

And Ichigo somehow managed to sink into a fitful sleep with Rukia happily wiggling on the bed below.

Wewt. End of second chappy. I'll try to get to the Aizen stuff next chapter. This chapter was mostly just ichiruki goodness and stuff like that. But at least now you know that the two red-haired people (the person Hitsugaya was asking for and the 'red-haired' person that had run off with Ichigo's ID) are the same people. And the starting character intros and stuff are already taken care of. So the meat stuff will begin next time.

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And I apologize for any mistakes that you may have found. Constructive criticism, as stated in the first chapter, is greatly enjoyed. Just random bashing is not. XD